I got annoyed with my Mom.
...This B+, could you raise it to an A...?
Stuff like that.
So, I didn’t stab her, I worked a little more in that class.
I got a D in 6th or 7th grade science once because I had missed more than a week suffering with the measles. My Dad did not tolerate anything lower than an A. I was petrified to go home. Somehow it got worked out, I had to do some extra work but my mother must have intervened on my behalf. That was in 1960 or 61.